Through the years the earth has been alive and wars have been waged, Damian has come to dislike the mortals and how they planned for monumental events and battles. Quite frankly half of what they've done was rather stupid in his eyes, he knew there were better possibilities and outcomes if they had just planned better.

Though there were a few military men and women he actually respected . Shocking I know. It wasn't enough to relieve his annoyance with human kind and their idiocrasy. And so, the god found himself making his way towards his nymph's meadow. Probably the only place he could find solace from dealing with the other deities and the mortals.

At the sight of you, he made his way over, bending down behind where you sat, wrapping a strong muscled arm around your shoulders as he placed a kiss on the crook of your neck.